Lottery Win: Husband Pushed Me Down the Stairs While Pregnant

My husband, Preston Branson, won the jackpot, pocketing a cool two hundred million dollars, yet he wanted a divorce from me.

I'm pregnant, and I don't want my child to grow up without a father.

I warned him, "You can divorce me if you want, but you have to split the prize money with me."

He pretended to reconcile but pushed me off the 27th floor. Both the baby and I fell to our deaths.

When I woke up again, I found myself back on the day I helped him buy that lottery ticket. This time, I was determined to seize this unexpected fortune for myself.

I bought a hundred tickets with the numbers he had told me.

I'm resolved to take revenge on him.

"Get me a lottery ticket. I've already sent you the numbers," Preston said, still glued to his phone, not even bothering to look up.

I froze.

The terror of death made my whole body tremble. My head buzzed with the memory.

I had come back to life, returned to the day I helped him buy that lottery ticket.

In my previous life, I had bought a ticket for him. Later, he won two hundred million dollars. When the results were announced, I was overjoyed and planned to travel with him.

But then he handed me divorce papers.

"Roberta, I've had enough. I can't even eat when I look at you. Let's get a divorce."

"A divorce?"

I hadn't even told him that I was pregnant.

I felt our child couldn't grow up without a father.

"Honey, I'm pregnant. Feel it for yourself!"

"Are you crazy?" He pushed my hand away, his face full of disgust, as if I was something filthy.

"Preston, you're going to be a father! Please, don't divorce me!"

Preston hesitated for a moment, then frowned. "Roberta, look at yourself! Do you really think you deserve me? Be smart and just sign the papers."

For the sake of our child, I refused to divorce him.

I insisted that if he wanted a divorce, he would have to give me half of the winnings.

That night, Preston pulled me out onto the balcony. "Roberta, I've thought it over. I still love you. Let's stay together as a family. Can you forgive me?"

He pulled out a necklace, gently fastening it around my neck, then put on some music and held me close, dancing with me on the balcony.

I thought he had finally come to his senses.

Suddenly, he shoved me off the balcony.

I desperately clung to the window ledge, pleading with him to save me.

"Honey, please, pull me up! I'm carrying our baby! He hasn't even seen the world yet..."

Preston's face twisted into a cruel sneer as he pried my fingers off one by one.

"Roberta, I'm rich now. There are plenty of beautiful women waiting for me. Why would I want an ugly, short, fat, and poor woman like you?"

With a loud crash, a remote control flew across the room, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Why are you silent? Want to get beaten?"

I jolted, waking up from the memory.

In my mind, I thought, "Preston.

This time, the two hundred million dollars are mine, and so is your life."